Thank you all, no, I don't know the man, have never even talked with him but he was always there. Santiago, like my own Jerusalem, has the potential to create a personal Joycean epiphany of spirituality, a state which is becoming more and more difficult to achieve as the years go by. Sister Maria Asuncion has moved me to tears more than once, the pilgrim's mass can be moving though sadly not always. Alongside the pilgrims, the many churches-(my favorite? Santa María del Sar) the feeling one achieves in simply arriving, there are also many other types of experiences. Again, Santiago like Jerusalem, possesses alongside the divine , such a collection of beggars hobbling through the streets, gypsies-here we have an entire neighborhood of the Romany people, hucksters, flim-flam, and chicanery which must be seen to be believed. With age, I seek permanency, something reliable and anything that seems to always be there. Thus not seeing this figure and wondering about his fate had worried me then and these thoughts returned now as I plan my next pilgrimage. Thank you all again.